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how about an arranged marriage where reader likes draco but apparently draco is still in love with his ex. reader tries to make it work(like cuddling into him at night and trying to start convos) but draco doesnt show any interest. one day he lashes out and reader stops trying like coming late from work and not cuddling blah blah. he notices and regrets...and then a couple days later they get visited by draco's bf(blaise or theo)whos still single and he gets jelly..? also guess who i am👀

Hi love, thank you so much for this idea! I have been meaning to write angst, but I couldn't come up with anything. And if I'm correct you're @simp4dracosstuff , if not please let me know and I'll change the tag.

Draco x fem!reader arranged marriage

Summary: Draco and Y/N are in a servile marriage, Y/N tries to make the marriage work but Draco is still in love with his previous lover.

Warnings: Angst, cussing, jealousy

A/n: this is my first time writing a request therefore I apologize if it is not the idea you were going for, but I hope you like it!

I decided to write this in past tense as past tense is more angsty.

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The evening their parents declared the betrothal was a brutal evening for both Draco and Y/N. Their whole future had been taken away and planned by their parents. Not only were Draco and Y/N barely comrades, but they were in love with different people- well Draco was. They had tried talking it out with their parents, but their efforts were to no avail. Both of their parents’ final words were “We have made our choice and that is final. You are to be married by November first or Sooner.”. To which Draco responded with a glare and a harsh nudge with his shoulder against Y/N’s as he left the room.

Both the wedding and the bride were beautiful. Y/N wore an astounding white dress that fit her frame perfectly. Her hair was neatly done by a professional and her face had professional makeup done too, a light shade to accentuate her naturally beautiful features. Draco, as usual, looked divine in his black tuxedo with his white-blonde, almost silver hair neatly slicked into place.

As Y/N walked down the isle with her beautiful dress dragging on the floor Draco’s eyes were sharp and cold, an interesting contrast to her her warm, gentle gaze. When the pair had to kiss Draco simply refused. Despite the agonising hurt and embarrassment Y/N felt she put on a brave face for the sake of her dignity and maiden name. The evening was perfect, except for the newly weds that didn’t love each other a stitch. Many arguments broke out within the first few nights, regarding the fact that they were forced to share a bedroom. But as time went on they slowly grew used to it- and Y/N started longing for Draco’s company. So she did what any partner is supposed to do; she tried to make the marriage work...

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Y/N Y/L/N was a pretty girl, she had a perfectly sculpted face and a body every girl dreamed of having, yet Draco treated her as if she were dirt beneath his shoe. If she’d cook him a meal, he’d eat it with a sour look on his face and leave her with the dishes to clean. When she did his washing for him he’d complain about a shirt with a single crease that was most likely caused by him. If she’d greet him after work he’d wave her off with a harsh comment tossed in her direction. However, Y/N was determined to make their marriage work. So when night time came, she’d shift closer every night when Draco was asleep. Until this very particular night, just as he was falling asleep Y/N  shifted against him and wrapped an arm around his waist muttering a sweet “goodnight”. And that was the final straw for Draco. He hadn’t been asleep the other nights when she shifted closer, he just bit down on his tongue to hold himself back from snapping. But that was the final straw.

”What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?! Get off of me!” Draco dramatically snapped shoving her arm off of him and sitting upright. Y/N sat upright as well, suddenly no longer tired. “I’m sorry, it’s cold outside so I-” Y/N  started but was rudely interrupted by her husband “Brilliant observation, Y/N.”. Y/N would never admit it but hearing her name leave his lips made her heart flutter, even if it was venomous and filled with hatred. “Draco I’m your wife, please treat me with some respect.” Y/N meekly requested. “Don’t you get it?! I’m still seeing her! You have never been able to be as good as her and will never hold the place that she holds in my life! You’re pathetic, annoying, useless, hideous, every horrid thing I can think of is what you are! You’re just a subordinate in my life and nothing more!” Draco spat at his wife. Just as the words left his lips and the room fell silent Draco realised what he said. His previously raised brows dropped as well as his scowl. The window left open by Y/N for ventilation in the room made the wind thrust her hair around, her brows were furrowed together tightly, mouth slightly parted from disgust and hurt, eyes showing all the hurt and more he’d put her through their entire marriage.

Draco could see all the times he shoved her out of his way, all the times he’d insulted her body, all the times he’d made a rude remark over something she did, all the times he told her her love for him would never be reciprocated, all the times he told her he wish she’d just get lost, all the times he told her she wasn’t up to his standards and therefore wasn’t allowed to accompany him to a work event, all the times he’d told her to bugger off when she asked something, all the times he told her he’d have to be Imperiused (under the imperius curse) to even for a moment consider her as something more than an object. Every single hurtful thing he’s said or done to her practically flashed before his eyes. 

The fact that he admitted to still seeing his ex hurt more than anything. Not necessarily in a sexual way, even just going out to lunch with her, or smiling at her. 

“If this stupid marriage wasn’t servile I would’ve divorced you the night of our wedding. Or not even have said yes.” Y/N spat back, trying to inflict as much hurt on Draco as he had inflicted on her. And it worked. Only a simple statement such as that hurt Draco more than he could ever put together, and it wasn’t nearly as grating as his words to her. Draco was snapped out of his shocked and hurt state when a pillow and the bed’s throw was tossed at him. Y/N simply fluffed up her pillow and turned her back to Draco as she laid down again. With his shoulders heavy and a prominent frown Draco picked up his pillow and throw and went to the nearest guest room. Pillow and throw tucked against his chest as he slept because her scent lingered. 

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Fin. THERE WILL BE A PART 2 TO THIS!

Forgive me for taking an eternity to write this. I have decided to divide this into two parts to get it done sooner.

Lots of love x!

Paradoxical

Summary: When your ex husband draco finds you at a club that same things that led you far away from him, pave the way back.

Warnings: Smut. Blowjobs, vaginal penetration, cumplay, slight spit, mirror and sir kink. Ex!husband!Draco. Possessiveness with a dash of toxicity.

a/n: ahh yes, my assignments lay incomplete but i sure can write p0rn on a school night.

NAVIGATION

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The flashes of neon light flickered over his features, but those cold edges of silver remained unaltered, his eyes seemed to have been painted with his possessive and obsessive behaviours.

There was a part inside of you that wanted to do the classic throw-your-drink-at-your-ex act and this other part that was craving the antonym of that act.

Maybe you’d caught his paradoxical behaviour— the apple never falls too far from his tree.

“Babe, do you want to leave?” Hermione whispered, looking at you sympathetically.

Certainly not— he’d silently sent provocations to you a thousand times over, and there could never be a time where you would’t be prepared for a war— just like the old times.

“I think I’ll stay” Your voice had no cracks or crevices, and you kept your cool hard gaze on Draco as you answered her.

“You sure?” She questioned again, eyeing between you and Draco, and you simply gave a nod.

Draco smirked and his eyes met yours. The moment they did, his hands dusted off his coat and he soon stumbling out from the croud towards you.

His movements were more graceful than the dancers, even though he was simply fucking walking, he always found a way to make beauty.

“Hello darling” He said curt, his voice deep and smooth.

“Fuck you” You snapped back immediately, and his eyes widened at your response.

His hand fell over his chest dramatically as though your words made his heart ache, “That’s not very nice, I expected a far more sweeter response”

“Well, you’re my ex”

“Let’s be civil yeah? I still like you very much angel”

You huffed, eyes rolling and he caught that exact movement. You stared over at Hermione, who was looking as awkward as ever, shifting in her seat to somehow be a little more comfortable.

“I got it Hermione, you can leave” You leaned ahead and whispered. She gave a skeptical look and you reassured her with a smile.

From what she gathered, you two certainly wouldn’t go through the night without fighting or fucking. She didn’t feel like being a barrier tonight so then with a small peck on your cheek and with a small goodbye, she was off to finding Ron and Harry.

“Well” Draco said, looking ahead as she walked away, “Now that she’s gone, we can talk better”

“I have nothing to say to you”

He chuckled, swiping his thumb over corner of his mouth as he took a sip of his drink, his rings shining brightly and his viens prominent.

Draco had always had the most beautiful hands you’d ever seen. And a while ago, you were blessed to have that same hands pleasuring you in the most sinful of places— a privilege which you’d now lost.

“I see you still have the hand kink” His voice broke off your focus, and you were silent for several seconds shaking your head and scoffing.

“What are you doing here?” You asked defensively, pinching your eyebrows.

His teeth grazed his lip and his eyes traveled down your pretty body, noticing every perfection of that tight little black dress.

“Was it necessary to wear that” He sneered, not giving answers but rather more questions.

A giggle passed through you as his possessiveness came to surface, a reminder of why you left in the first place— well honestly you couldn’t just put blame on one thing, there were multiple reasons why you left but his jealousy was definitely one of them.

That giggle went silent the moment his warm large hand rested on your thigh, caressing and petting the soft skin, his rings leaving burns wherever they touched.

His fingers were barely ghosting over your panties, and your breath caught, your eyes quickly scanning over the room to see if anyone was paying attention to you two.

“Did want some random idiot’s dick? Is that why you’re so indecent tonight?”

“I—” Now your voice had cracks, you shuddered and throbbed as his words got more and more vulgur and much to your dismay, you got more aroused.

“There’s nothing— nothing, I hate more than the thought of my baby having to go to other people to get taken care of”

He sensed the libido, the clenching thighs and the darkened irises. His possessiveness got the best of him and he was willing to fall on his knees again, only for you.

“Don’t you want me to take care of you?”

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His lips were soft but the way he kissed you was ravenous and rough. His tongue was moving along with yours, asserting dominance.

Your legs rested on his hips as he pressed you against the wall, kissing you deeply.

“Mine, mine, all mine” He muttered as he kissed along your throat and over your breasts. You moaned as he squeezed your arse, and grinded himself against your slit.

Suddenly, he pulled you down from him and you were left with wonderment before he pushed you down on your knees.

“You know what to do doll” He said, pulling your strands of hair back from your face.

“Yes sir” You only nodded with anticipation, hands trembling as you worked to unbuckle his belt. His breaths were ragged, and his hooded eyes fixated on your mouth.

His cock was hard as a rock, and heavy in your hand. You only needed to give him one firm stroke to have him grunting.

Your mouth wrapped around the head of him, licking up his tip and brushing and squeezing at the base of his thick lenght. Your eyes flicked up, maintaining contact as you took his entire shaft inside.

His fingers tensed, and your mouth sucked, and then bobbed back and forth, earning a throaty, ‘good girl’

The praise motivated you to make him feel ever better, your hand working at the base of him, stroking the flesh as you took the rest in your mouth.

“That’s it baby, you still take me so well” He groaned, giving an experimental thrust of his hips.

Soon, your eyes were watering and he was feeling that fimilar euphoria blooming down in his abdomen. When each one of his hands rested on the side of your face, yours rested on his thighs and you inhaled for what was to come.

His hips canted and thrusted into your mouth, your chin smeared with drool as he fucked your mouth. Your cheeks were stained with the tears that slipped down your pretty eyes.

“God, fuckin’ love this filthy little mouth” He grunted, pulling his cock out, spit connecting your lips with his head.

Your arousal smeared your thighs, it was almost painful. He was right in front and yet you hadn’t had him.

When you looked up, his expression was proud and satisfied, he gave your head a pat, muttering even more praises as he pulled you up. His thumbs cleaned up the remaining tears, kissing your nose and cheeks and healing the ache.

Draco pulled you up again, carrying you across his penthouse to his bedroom.

There were candles lit all around his room, and it gave everything a golden hue.

A whine fell from your lips as he pushed you down on the bed, “Draco please” You mewled, spreading your legs wide apart.

His pupils dialated, and he bent down to kiss along your thighs, your panties went down your legs, and he made it sure to make it absolutely excruciating.

He pulled at your knickers until they were down to your ankles and then he moaned as he stared at your possession.

“Fuck— I missed my girl so much” He spoke, kissing right abode your aching nub.

“And what about me?” You pouted, staring down at the blonde man between your thighs.

“Course I missed you too, silly” He sighed, “I just missed her more”

His finger prodded at your entrance, with a glance on your face, he pushed them inside and immediately curled them— and you cried out as his rings juxtaposed against his skin and the tips of his fingers scraped at that spot.

That feeling was lost soon, way too soon as he pulled them out. His grey eyes taking in the beautiful details of your responses. You looked at him avidly as he sucked on the arousal covered fingers.

“Still the sweetest”

“Please, please sir” You begged, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him towards you.

“Brat” Draco said, and swiftly turned you around, pulling your dress above your hips and cupping your arse.

He gave you a spank making you yelp in surprise. “That’s for earlier”

Draco spit on his shaft, jerking himself off and he still teased you and dragged out your desire. He aligned himself perfectly with you, and stayed still. He was always such a fucking tease.

With a strong thrust, he was buried deep inside. You trembled, gripping the sheets beneath you. His ripped muscular arm pulled you against his chest, keeping your skins together as he rut inside you.

“See how perfect I fit you?” His hand made you look right forward at the huge mirror in front of his bed.

And you stared at the sight of him and you. How you were filled with him so beautifully, how he was dragging your tits out from your dress, how his mouth was on your neck, and his arms around your waist.

When he gave a single hard thrust, you gave an embarrassingly loud gasp.

Then he gave a second and a third and several others and you were already shaking and struggling to keep yourself up.

You’d forgotten about the affect that he had on you. How much power he held.

His thrusts got harder and harder with a certain symphony hidden in them. “Oh fuck—” You sobbed, “I love your cock so much”

At that, he grunted loudly, and turned your head so that he could kiss you.

Your tits bounced as he got rougher, fucking you until he lost almost all control over himself.

It wasn’t until he felt you tighten unimaginably hard around him that he pulled out and you whined impatiently.

Draco manhandled you onto your back, he kissed you as he climbed on top of you, his hands sliding along your body.

He placed his palms on your thighs and pulled both of your legs up until they rested on his shoulders. He pressed a kiss on the inside of your thigh, cherishing the sculptured skin.

You whimpered as he sank inside again, drawing that coil inside you again. You were mesmerized as you stared at his sweaty broad shoulders and admired how your legs rested on them.

As he began to move inside again, you only stared at his face, and the illuminating orange colour of the lighting on him.

He was thrusting hard, trying to surpress feeling with the way his hips roughly met yours, with the way his lips moved with yours.

Your underwear dangled off your ankle as he pounded inside your pussy, leaving you shaking under him.

“I’m— I’m close”

Draco grunted, and his hand slid between both your bodies, drawing tight circles where the two of you met, “Cum for me”

And for him, you did. For him, you cried, and unraveled pleasure beneath him. Tears right at your eyes, like pearls decorating them, and your sobs and pants like melodies to his ears.

He pulled out quick, panting as he came and stained your flawless skin with his sin. His cum spilled over your belly and spread down to your pussy.

He panted near your shoulder and kissed it, feeling adoration come to surface, that one thing he’d tried to deny.

But all he could see was how the world was much more better and beautiful when you were present in his eyes, or in his arms.

And it was amidst all the lust and vexation, that you knew; knew that you were still almost as much in love as the first time the rays of the sun ever reached the earth— the first time you ever felt love for him sear through you.

His forehead rested against yours, and maybe it was the heat of the situation, but that possessiveness was appealing. You wanted it, you wanted him.

Draco kissed your cheek, “I want you back” and to that, you answered with a smile, a dimple forming right where he’d kissed away any doubts to not be called his.

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Crybaby

Summary: Reader cries because of lack of attention and Draco finally gives in to comfort her.

Warnings: Smut. Draco is just big and strong lol. Innocence & hand kink. Fingering. Dom!Draco. Crybaby!Reader. This is super short and a little rushed, srry :(

a/n: hi i am back after 20 days, i got some of the inspiration to write this after listening to crybaby, so everyone go steam it. enjoy :p

NAVIGATION

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There was that pout, and your fists— curled— and eyes teary, and your throat dry.

It had to have been an infinite amount of times you’d called for him, but he’d shake his head, swipe his eyes over you for a mere moment, and return to whatever activities he was doing.

Now there was that cry caught in your mouth— and you were pressing your lips together into that hard flat line to contain your sobs— but they fell through your efforts— and that immediately got his attention.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” He sounded worried, but it felt like a joke to you, you didn’t look back at him or answer him as he stood up from his seat and went to grab you.

You hated being a crybaby, but in all honesty, you were right to be in this position right now. He’d payed no mind to you, shoved you aside, all until you were crying, and wiping away your tears yourself, despite his being present.

“Love. Love. I’m here, can y’look at me?” His voice was gentle— apologetic— as he bent down, settled his legs on the couch, and sat you up to straddle him.

Draco’s hand rested behind your head, patting you softly and pulling you into his chest, kissing your forearms, and whispering into your skin. “Darling, m’sorry, I swear I was just joking”

Your sobs didn’t falter as you spoke softly, “Am I annoying you?” You said, still covering your face.

“No! Not at all, I was playing around, I’m so sorry for ignoring my love.”

His hand put away yours from your face, intently staring at you, and giving you a warm smile. Draco wiped away your tears using his sleeves, guilt bubbling in him as he cleaned the tears he’d formed, “I’m sorry” He repeated, resting his head against yours, “Can you please forgive me? I’ll do anything”

You giggled lightly, and nodded, “I forgive you”

“Good girl. Now, what do you want?”

You sniffled, fumbling with his tie nervously, “I jus’ needed you— to take care of me however”

From the stuttering syllables, and shy behaviours, he picked up where you exactly needed him.

He chuckled into your hair, giving both your eyelids a kiss as his big hands held your waist and he picked you up with ease.

You aligned your lips with his, and his kissed him ravenously as he stalked towards his bed and put you down on it. His lips were like clouds that felt like they’d been danced on by angels.

Draco pressed his tongue inside you, swiping it over yours, and teasing your lips with his teeth, and then as you just got indulged in it. He pulled away and left you wanting again.

At your expression, he laughed and gave you back a small peck.

His hands pulled up his your hoodie to reveal your soft tummy and your navy blue underwear.

“Pretty” he muttered, and he rested his soft lips on your neck, and ran a finger through the outline of your slit, gently tracing your folds and feeling the slight dampness of it.

“Is this what you need taken care of?” Draco said, cupping your cunt, and staring into your wide eyes.

“Y—yeah” You meekly said as he smirked and part your legs further.

His heavy hand rubbed you over your panties, putting pressure on your clit and he made circles around it. Your gasps going up as his movements got more and more intense.

You fingers went up to grab his silver strands of hair. Pulling at them as he pulled your knickers down your legs, and threw them on the floor. Staring at your pussy hungrily.

Your cheeks burned in shame. He bent down to give your core a little kiss— inhaling your scent as he did so— and then coming back up to your face.

“Draco” You softly gasped as he pulled apart your lips with his fingers, and revealed the pretty flesh.

He shut you up with his lips, kissing you hard as his hand worked over your pussy to give you the best orgasm possible.

As he were kissing you, you felt his hand slip between the two of you, and pulled away from him to look down and there you found his pulling off his silver rings— very much to your dismay.

He stared at you confusingly as you quickly reached down and removed his hands from one another.

“What—?” He asked, pinching his brows.

“I want you too keep them on. Please?”

Fuck. He’d sell his entire estate, his soul, if you ever asked him like that— or in any other way really. He was as dedicated as an angel was to be.

“Right, of course I will”

Then without any wait, or hesitancy, his fingers shoved inside, and immediately curled to find that euphoric spot.

You squealed, and creamed around his fingers as they scissored inside of you, opening you up for when he’d give you the bigger reward.

His held your hips in place as he started to thrust his digit faster. Those rings which you’d asked him too keep provided that extra pleasure which you’d expected.

They were cool around your entrance and inside of you, burning through you, as he expertly worked his hand.

As his thumb fell over your clit, your thighs jolted, and your hand went down to grab his.

Tears brimmed your eyes again, and they filled the path of the previously dried up tears.

Draco looked down at you so so lovingly, that the black avid iris of his eyes might as well have been painted with with outlines of hearts. He had literal heart eyes sparking in him for you.

“Why are you still crying baby?” He smiled, increasing the pace of his hand. “I’m giving you attention now, aren’t I?”

“Just, fe—feel— too goood” You whimpered, curling your hands around his tie, and bucking your hips into his hand.

The coil in your belly spread warmer, and your thighs shook hard around his arms, by that, he knew that you were close to your much needed orgasm.

His fingers pumped into your pussy more, and he used his other hand to rub circles on that sensitive cluster of nerves, when his lips crashed on yours— you only saw and felt cosmos.

Crying out against his mouth, you reached your climax and came on his fingers hard. Riding his palm as you reached the end. Panting and trying to catch your breath as he stared at you mesmerized.

“Atta girl” He praised, pulling his fingers out from your cunt and putting them into his mouth. Groaning at the sweet taste of you as you shyly smiled up at him.

“M’sorry— for crying”

“S’okay, I love my crybaby”

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Ownership

Kinktober Index

Summary: You’re gifted as a prize to Draco. You’re his. He owns you and that’s your only purpose. Kinktober - 3.

Warnings: Smut. Dark Themes. Ownership. Sir kink, Breeding kink, Blowjob, Virgin reader. Mentions of the reader being Draco’s property. Possessiveness. Dark!Draco.

Note: Draco’s supposed to be a high ranking death eater in this fic. So keep in mind that it might have some depictions of that. But he’s soft with the reader :’)

a/n: oh to be draco's property </3

NAVIGATION

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“Enjoy her mate. She’s all yours” Theodore Nott is quite enthusiastic in the way he speaks about you. Draco wonders whatever has his him so hyped up. Whether you truly where the winsome angel they claimed you to be.

He gives him a nod, and then clicks open the door.

When his gaze falls upon you, he understands the infatuation. Truly; you were a gift, not just from him friends— but from whatever lies above.

Perfect and his.

You’re kneeling, hands resting on your thighs, head down, dolled up in a black lingerie. A silver bow rests at the base of your throat. And on it was carved D.M.

“Hello bug, have you been waiting for my arrival?”

Only then, do your eyes look up. And you gasp slightly; you’d heard about his attractiveness, but to have him present in front of you, it was entirely ethereal.

He had different shades of grey painted on him. Hair platinum, eyes silver, skin pale. He was much more taller than the last time you’d seen him, and the mass of him now muscular and broad.

Beautiful, like an angel, yet dangerous like a devil.

“Love?”

“I– uh... terribly sorry sir. I have been waiting for you”

He smirks, then swiftly removes his black coat jacket. It hangs over a chair as he then walks off to sit over an armchair. As if it were a throne.

“Come ‘ere darling”

His eyes never once fall from you as you saunter over to him. As soon as you reach him, he grabs you by your waist and pushes you on his lap.

“You know who I am right?” His hands grope and squeeze along your curves, but his face is fixed on yours.

“I do” You murmur softly, fumbling with the fabric of his slacks. You did know who he was— he was the royalty of the wizarding world. The youngest death eater of all time.

You knew who he was— ruthless; cold; dangerous.

Draco tightens his grips on your plump bum, certain to have you bruised and marked.

He’s always been quite possesive but never infatuated “So pretty, and all mine” he deems, brushing his nose along your cheekbone.

“All yours sir”

He was dreaded by all. But here you were in the embrace of Draco Malfoy you’d found sweetness within the bitterness that he was.

He kissed you. Hard possesive kisses that had you gasping for air. It wasn’t a romantic loving kiss— but rather a soul burning one that had your chest hurting.

They trail down to your shoulders; hot wet kisses; his hand wrapping around your throat and his rings caused a shiver to run through you.

“Have you done this before?” He asked, eyebrows arching in question, “Never, sir”

If you thought you’d already seen the darkness that resided within him, you were wrong— his eyes seemed to have turned entirely black.

“Get on your knees blossom, I’ll tell you what to do”

You do that at once, and fall down onto the cold wooden floor. You stare up at him in innocence, waiting for him next move.

He quickly has his hands on his belt, it clicks and ruttles and then his pants are pushed down to his knees. His length already hard in his boxers as you yank them down.

You watered at the sight of him so long, so thick, so gorgeous. “Look at you, already drooling like a dumb baby”

Malfoy grips you by the back of your head. Pushing your face against his length. “Put it in your mouth hmm”

You do exactly that, taking his length down your throat as much as you could without gagging, “That’s it, fuck, now just suck yeah?”

Your mouth wraps around him, suckling lightly before he encourages you to go faster, bobbing your face on his cock more expertly.

He cups your face gently as you take his lenght deeper, swirling your tongue on his base. “There it is, you’re a natural, bunny”

When you look up at him, his face is scrunched up in pleasure, soft grunts escaping his parted lips, but his eyes were wide open and staring down at you.

You bob your head faster, sucking even harder than before, “Fucking hell I’m–” his climax was right on the edge, until he suddenly pulls away before he could that sweet fucking releif.

A whine comes from you as he parts his cock from your mouth, “D–did I do– do it wrong?”

“No bug, just wanna cum inside you”

Draco has you hauled up on his lap before he slams you down on his bed, staring at you with dark avid eyes. He strips down in a hurry, wanting to corrupt you and fuck your innocence out of you.

“Move your panties aside baby, let me see that pretty pussy”

Your hand trails down to your underwear, and then moves them to the side. He groans as he sees your cunt dripping and throbbing— only for him, it will only ever be him.

The head of his cock rubs onto your folds, teasing you until you were whimpering and babbling in need.

He pushed inside slow, cooing in your ear as your hole fluttered around him.

“So perfect, bug” He mused, kissing your tears away as you struggled to take much of him. Shaking in bliss already.

You dug your nails into his back, leaving red bruises as he began to move “Too much sir” you whimpered as he pulled your hips flush against his.

“Can’t take it?” He mocked, kneading your tits through your bra. There was fire in his touch, it had you burning everytime his skin moved with yours.

Slowly, the pace, the act turned into something much more impure. It was rough now, his kisses and his bites on your flesh. His thrusts and his movements.

“Such a good little cunt. I’ll be fucking it everyday goddamn day now, you hear me? You’re mine”

Yours, yours, yours. You said it against him as you kissed his chest and raked your nails across the lines of him and bucked your hips in rhythm with his.

“M’gonna fuck a baby in you alright? And you’re gonna take it like a good girl”

He was pounding into you now. You were crying and sobbing from how fucking good it felt. It was a wonderful feeling. To belong to him. To please him and have him do it back.

He thrust several more times and then you came with a cry, panting and trembling as he lowly hissed and fell apart on top of you. Giving your every last drop of it.

“Mine, you’ll always be mine now”

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘.

pairings: childhood bestfriend!draco malfoy x fem!reader, malfoy!male oc x fem!reader

warnings: angst on draco’s part, draco is pining over reader for years, jealous!draco, reader is quite clueless, draco is in denial about being friends with a girl (at the start), and inappropriate language.

summary: draco had found solace in you and his valued friendship; he was fortunate that you were his best friend and that you were extraordinary and lovely, the polar opposite of him. he didn't realize he had feelings for you until you admitted that you like his older brother, and he had to endure years of longing until he eventually had enough of seeing you in his brother's arms.

author’s note: i suck at summaries but enjoy! not proofread btw, i was lazy. do not translate or paste this on another platform strictly everything belongs to me, do not claim it as yours, do not plagiarize, thank you.

word count: 5.5k

WHEN DRACO WAS six years old, he met you. He was accustomed with your parents since they frequently visited the manor—your mother and Narcissa were good friends throughout their Hogwarts years—but he was unfamiliar with you. Draco was definitely aware of your existence; he would have heard about you in the drawing room, where his mother and yours would drink tea and discuss a young girl named Y/N.

His mother would brighten up and signal him to come closer when he entered the drawing room to fetch some cookies. She'd remark on him meeting a girl his age, and your mother, with a radiant grin, promised to bring you once she came back to the manor. Draco was first dubious; he didn't want to be friends with a girl, so he scowled as his mother gushed about how pleased she was for him to meet you.

He was irritated by that. Draco was averse to meeting new people and forming friendships with them. He desired to be with his father and older brother, Atlas. Despite the fact that Atlas was only eight years old, their father was employing a slew of tutors and trainers to prepare him for his role as the Malfoy family's eldest heir. Draco also preferred to be prepared like his brother rather than be probed by someone far worse, a girl who would most likely chat about dresses and tea parties.

He'd form hundreds of conclusions about you before even meeting you, making plans to despise you. Draco was so apprehensive of your parents returning to the manor with you that he'd begged his mother to let him and his brother play quidditch to avoid meeting you. It was a stupid decision that he profoundly regretted.

“As beautiful as ever, my dear, like a princess.”

When your parents and you, as a youngster, came to visit the mansion, his mother said that to you. Your mother placed a hand on your lower back to nudge you into Narcissa's waiting hands when you clung to the hem of your mother's skirts, looking bashful and nervous. You approached his mother with trepidation and cautious steps, who kissed your cheeks and pinched it, marveling at how adorable you are.

Draco was taken aback when he found himself agreeing with his mother. His mother would generally read a story to him and Atlas about princesses and princes, so he was well-versed about the subject. Princesses were characterized as elegant and lovely, constantly dressed in exquisite gowns and smiling with delicate grins. You were a natural match for the princess character.

You were dressed nicely at the time, your cheeks were delicate and flushed, yet despite your timid demeanor, your stance was elegant. Draco had seen a lot of girls his age since his parents would go to gatherings and he'd meet young girls who wore dresses and clung to their mothers, but he was certain you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. But he wouldn't say it out loud.

You smiled shyly at him at the moment, uncertain but with an encouraging grin from Narcissa. You spoke to him, your voice gentle and sweet, and offered him your name. Draco gave you an unimpressed look at first, almost like he still didn't want to be friends with you. He didn't bother to mention his name back, which made you frown; he could see his mother giving him a warning look, but his brother may have rescued him before he could speak forcefully.

Draco would have eventually regretted that, but he didn't realize it at the time because he was only six years old and refused to be friends with a girl, no matter how pretty she was.

“Hello, Y/N,” Atlas said kindly, tenderly staring at the girl. “My name is Atlas, and I'm Draco's older brother.”

You'd suddenly brighten, your eyes gleaming as you smiled at Atlas, maybe relieved. Draco's mother gave him a disappointed look, but the six-year-old Draco didn't seem to mind. He wanted to play quidditch and had a nasty desire to make you feel left out, but he couldn't since he couldn't find someone to play with. Atlas was busy entertaining you, and he seemed to stick by your side like a bloody leech the entire time.

When Draco was obliged to sit down in the drawing room with his mother, your mother, you, and Atlas, he sulked and a scowl tugged at his lips. You were eating cookies, practiced and lovely, despite your age, you ate like a well-mannered woman, and Draco was studying you, looking for flaws, even watching you as you drank milk, hoping you'd spill it on your lovely dress, which you didn't.

Atlas would allow Draco engage his talk with you, and Draco was obstinate, glaring at you and dismissing his brother with crossed arms. Atlas was amused and merely shrugged before carrying on with your conversation, while Draco sulked and tried to find something other than you to gaze at.

When his mother observed him peeking at you, she discreetly murmured, “You should talk to Y/N. She's your age and a lovely young girl.”

Your mother smiled slightly when she heard what his mother said. “Y/N was delighted to meet you and hoped you'd become wonderful friends.”

Your round, sparkling eyes widened and you flushed at what your mother said, so you stopped talking to Atlas. Atlas chuckled and fidgeted with the ends of your hair where he sat beside you. Draco frowns; he had no idea that you and his brother were already friendly, but Atlas had the ability to be friends with anybody.

Draco considered it for a moment before reluctantly agreeing, and he began a conversation with you, and he could see your mother and his mother smiling at you guys, and Draco resisted the urge to sigh, and he felt invigorated seeing your beaming smile, despite being nervous, the entire day you and Draco chatted, and his mother suggested that he tour you around the manor, and Draco agreed, and he toured you around with Atlas.

The first thing they did was walk out into the backyard, where the grass was lush and lovely, and there were three brooms laying on the grass that their house-elf had forgotten to discard, but Draco knew he had left it there because he had wanted to play with Atlas earlier. You gazed about, carefree, and made a point of staying near to Draco and Atlas. Suddenly you noticed the broom and stared at it curiously.

“What is that?” you asked cautiously, your voice full of astonishment.

Draco was staring at you as if you'd sprouted two heads. “You've never heard of broomsticks?”

You were embarrassed and unsure of yourself; perhaps you had a flaw at the time. “Am I supposed to know?”

“Of course—”

“No, not really,” Atlas chuckled softly at what you asked as he regarded Draco warningly. “It's an item of quidditch equipment.”

“My father told me about quidditch,” you responded, a flicker of recognition flashing over your face. “However, I'm not sure whether I really fully comprehend it…”

Atlas reassured you, “It's nothing to be embarrassed of.”

Draco frowned as he stared at you, thinking it was something to be embarrassed of. Quidditch is such a popular sport in the Wizarding World and he recalls visiting matches with his brother and father, but he wasn't shocked because he believed quidditch was only known by boys.

He groaned and rolled his eyes, thinking that if he had friends, they should at least be familiar with quidditch. They then proceeded to the corridor, which was lined with about a hundred paintings of the Malfoys and their ancestors. You had stood there in wonder, talking just then and now, while Draco would respond boredly and Atlas would respond compassionately.

It was humorous because you were enthralled by everything you saw. When you and Draco followed Atlas into the dark corridors, you appeared like a doll, eyes wide and posture upright. Atlas strolled ahead, gesturing at the portraits and paintings as if he were a tour guide.

They then proceeded to the kitchen, where buslings house-elves were busy preparing meals, making tea, and generally preparing food. Before beginning their work, they greeted you three. One house-elf approached the three of you, with enormous, tennis-ball-like green eyes, a pencil-like nose, and long, bat-like pointed ears. Draco noticed your beaming smile at the house-elf.

“That's Dobby, our house-elf,” Atlas said, grinning. “He has been with us when I was six, like Draco's age.”

As you gazed at Dobby, your smile was gentle and kind. “Hello, Dobby; my name is Y/N.”

Dobby's eyes widened as he glanced at you. “Miss Y/N, Dobby is delighted to meet you; are you friends with both Mr. Malfoys, miss?”

You looked hesitant for a moment, casting a fleeting glance towards Draco before averting your gaze. Atlas placed a hand on your shoulder, possibly sensing your apprehension, and he was about to speak when Draco interjected, surprising both Atlas and you.

“Yeah,” Draco answered grudgingly.

You flashed him a shocked look while he just shrugged at you, ignoring your smile, and the delightful friendship began.

When Draco received his Hogwarts letter, the first thing he did was write to you, demanding that you visit the Malfoy manor. Draco was a demanding child even at the age of eleven, and you were the polar opposite, a gentle and lovely personality that his mother and your mother would admire for the balance of your friendship.

When you and your mother arrived at Draco's house, he questioned, “Did you receive yours?”

You enthusiastically nodded. “I did,”

Draco recalled you two sitting in the garden with a blanket on the grass, as he asked Dobby to get it for you so dirt won't stain your skirt. As you ate cookies, orange juice, and other delicacies on the mat, you talked about Hogwarts and how pleased you were to finally attend the school that your parents admired.

You stated that moment, eating on cookies and glancing over the garden, “Atlas told me Charms would be fun. I think it is easy for him since it is his favorite subject.”

Draco rolled his eyes and frowned at you for a while before tucking into some candies. “Charms is boring; potions is far more exciting.”

“It's because you had your Uncle Sev tutor you before you even went to Hogwarts,” you replied, laughing, and Draco agreed.

You offered him a sly grin. “I'm guessing you're going to join the quidditch team?”

“Of course,” Draco said, as if it were self-evident. “But first years can't try out yet,” he grumbled, “so I'll have to wait till my second year.”

You inquired, “What house do you think you'll be in?”

Draco gave you a mocking glare that made you pout at him. “Honestly, your questions are so obvious,” he said. “Of course, Slytherin.”

“Your entire family is Slytherin,” you added, your voice filled with astonishment and awe.

Draco was smug because of your voice. “Obviously, Slytherin is the best house; it'd be a pity if you were placed in another.”

You frowned, and Draco felt a pang of remorse inside him. “Atlas promised me that whichever house I'm in, I'll do great.”

Draco had to fight the urge to frown. You trust anything that comes out of Atlas' mouth, and since Draco is your best friend, you should believe anything he says. Years passed despite Draco's obstinacy, and you became inseparable with one another. You and Draco grew closer since Atlas had his own friends his own age.

Draco would be lying if he said he despised your dependency on Atlas. His brother would take you under his wing and lead you through Hogwarts, he already knew. Draco would've been exaggerating if he stated his brother was unpopular, not only because he was a Malfoy, but also because Atlas was known as a handsome and friendly Slytherin. Atlas had a lot of love letters in Valentines when he was only twelve, and Atlas would write Draco letters about it, claiming he was entertained.

Atlas' letters would be about how aggravating and humorous he found the love letters addressed to him. Even though he was thirteen and in his third year, Atlas had yet to fancy a girl. Draco's older brother was very focused in class, on his academics, friends, and, of course, you. Atlas would write you a slew of letters about Hogwarts, including one in which he expressed his delight at the prospect of you joining.

“Sure.” Draco sniffed arrogantly, “But, if you want to be more successful, you must be sorted into Slytherin.”

Draco gazed at you for a moment, and saw you fiddling with the hem of your skirt with your little fingers. “Would we still be friends even if I'm not sorted into Slytherin?”

Of course, Draco thought without hesitation.

He'd met a lot of kids his age at gatherings and pureblood parties, but he'd never met someone like you. Because of his older brother Atlas and the fact that he was a Malfoy, kids normally draw close to him, but you weren't like that. Despite his frigid and domineering personality, you struck beside him with your decency and kindness, softening Draco's stubbornness. When his mother introduced you to him, he thanked her every day in his thoughts.

When his brother came into their line of vision, he was saved from replying. When you saw Atlas, Draco could see how your timid personality brightened. When Atlas sat next to you, messing with your braided hair, Draco groaned, and you swatted Atlas' hands away with a small grin.

Atlas asked, “What were you talking about?”

You shrugged, your gaze averted from Draco. “About the Hogwarts houses,”

His grey eyes shone brightly. “Are you excited? I'm entering into my third year, and there are some new subjects.”

“Yes,” you answered, your face beaming with delight. “But, I'm also nervous.”

Atlas grimaced before shifting his focus to Draco. “Don't believe anything Draco says; you'd be great there.”

“I didn't even say anything,” Draco muttered, attempting to avoid the frown that formed on his face every time he remembered your unhappy pout.

When you and Draco arrived at Hogwarts, he was already acting as if he owned the place, with Crabbe and Goyle flanking him, despite the fact that you were there alongside him, looking warm, lovely, and small. Draco had forced you to accompany him on the whole journey to Hogwarts, including the train, the boat, and the sorting ceremony.

Draco was sorted into Slytherin, much to nobody's surprise, and he was greeted in the snake pit with loud applause and a pleased smile from Atlas, who patted Draco on the shoulder as he reached the table with the greens. Draco began chanting Slytherin under his breath as if manifesting you in the Slytherin house as your name was announced, and Atlas looked to be muttering under his breath as he saw you sit on the stool.

As the hat yelled Slytherin on top of your head, Draco's chant must have been heard. When you met his eyes and offered him an enthusiastic smile, he found himself grinning like a fool. As you approached, Atlas offered you a quick embrace and a broad smile, which you imitated. You were meant to sit next to Draco, but he sat next to Crabbe and Goyle, and before Draco could swat them away to make room for you, a blonde girl approached you and offered to sit beside her.

The school years went by quickly, and while Draco and you were best friends, you had your own group of friends, all of whom were your roommates. You and Draco would talk in the common room or even the library in your spare time, where he would spit bitter words and complain about Potter and his goons, while you sat there disapprovingly.

Despite being a Slytherin, you were quite respected. Draco was aware of this; you were lovely, well-behaved, kind hearted, and it was a mystery to everybody how the sweet Y/N L/N could be friends with the arrogant young Malfoy.

Draco had a large number of friends. Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and the bloody fools Crabbe and Goyle, who were more like his bodyguards. Regardless of his friends, he'd always find his way to you, and you to him. At the end of the day, you'd be back beside Draco, talking and studying.

You fared fairly well in your first year, with high grades, following the lead of Muggleborn Hermione Granger, whom Draco despises wholeheartedly. You've become close friends with Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, and Tracey Davis, and you've spent a lot of time with them, but Draco has always made sure he gets half of your time.

Atlas was a busy student, but he found time to spend with you and Draco; he gave advice, which Draco ignored, annoyed that his brother was bothering both of your time, but you didn't seem to mind—of course you didn't, you were too pleasant—listened to Atlas' advice for class, making new friends, and even how to treat subject professors charmingly.

Atlas would occasionally invite you and Draco to his quidditch practice, and Draco would watch there, half-impressed by his brother's skills and half-annoyed that you were observing the procedure with such zeal. Draco, but on the other hand, was pompous about how you'd ask him questions and he'd answer them all effortlessly.

In your second year, the routine persisted. Although the girls and your friendship became closer, you still had time for your best friend. And you and Draco were finally comfortable as second years, he'd get into his ritual of complaining about Potter and you'd listen in, miffed, and Atlas was more keen to assist you guys, he was in his fourth year, skillful and intelligent as he was.

Draco was a part of the Slytherin quidditch team, and you assured him that you would attend every practice. And you went with Pansy, Daphne, and Tracey, watching in admiration as Draco showed off his skills despite only being a second year. He'd explain the basics of quidditch to you in the common room at night, and you'd listen intently, just like he would when you told him about the new books you were reading, and he'd listen with a slight smile on his face.

The third year came to a conclusion, and summer began. Draco, you, Daphne, Pansy, and Theo were all at your place. Draco couldn't care less about Crabbe and Goyle as Tracey stated she was in Italy and Blaise was in France. You were both fourteen at the time, and as the years went, Draco grew more protective, affectionate, and eager to be in your company.

As you talked and listened to whatever Pansy was babbling about, his head was laying on your lap and you were playing with his hair—normally he would loathe the notion of anyone touching his hair, but it seems you were an exception.

“I'm just fussing because it's bloody annoying,” Pansy grumbled. “He won't take the hint, despite the fact that I've already rejected him three times!”

Daphne smirked and cast a knowing glance at Pansy. “Perhaps because your rejection was unclear? If my memory serves me correctly, you merely left the poor boy alone at the Three Broomsticks with no explanation.”

Pansy locked her gaze on Daphne and crossed her arms fiercely. “How do you tell a boy who clearly fancies you that you're not fond of men in general?”

Draco instinctively smiled when he heard you chuckle from above. “Perhaps you should've just been honest?” you said softly, your voice gentler than Pansy's high pitched ones.

Pansy gave you a sidelong glance. She cynically remarks, “Not everyone is as lovely as you are, Y/N.”

“Watch your tone, Pansy,” Draco said lowly, not raising his head.

Theo said to Pansy while fiddling with his ring, his tone suggestive. “Rather than deceiving yourself into thinking you're interested in fake dating boys, you should just ask Tessa out.”

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. Tessa had been the Ravenclaw Pansy's crush since the beginning of their third year. Pansy was in denial; she merely made up excuses about how much she despises Tessa, so she could gaze at her across the room and seem to be glaring at her. You and Draco found it humorous.

Pansy snarled at Theo, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don't like her? She's an obnoxious Ravenclaw who thinks she knows more than the rest of us.”

“She is sorted into Ravenclaw for a reason,” Theo said, just to irritate Pansy.

As Daphne turned to you and Draco, Pansy and Theo continued to argue—mostly Pansy was annoyed, while Theo was laughing.

“Well, what about you, Y/N?” Daphne asked.

You sounded perplexed. “What about me?”

You got a teasing grin from the blonde girl. “Why haven't you agreed to any of the boys who asked you out in your first Hogsmeade last year?”

Draco bristled, and he frowned when he noticed your fingers had ceased caressing with his hair. He didn't like it when boys asked you out on dates or expressed interest in you. Because you were his best friend, he was protective of you, therefore he found himself paying great attention to what Daphne had to say.

If Draco thought you were beautiful when you first met at the age of six, you grew up to be even more gorgeous. You grew taller, your hair grew longer, and the outfits and dresses you wore became more fitted and flattering on you. It didn't surprise him that so many people liked you, yet it irritated him greatly.

“I don't like any of them,” you respectfully stated, and Draco sensed that you didn't want to talk about it any longer.

“That's because Draco here hovers behind Y/N like a black shadow and his glares and stares scare the shit out of the boys,” Pansy said, pausing her argument with Theo.

Draco only glared at Theo as he reluctantly sat up from where his head lay in your lap, while Theo gave him a knowing grin.

“Not to mention Atlas,” added Pansy.

Daphne is swooning. “He's so hot, I'm surprised he doesn't have a girlfriend yet.”

“The fuck,” Draco grumbled, strangely staring at Daphne.

Pansy giggled, and her face began to relax. “Look, I'm not a big fan of boys, but Atlas has this aura around him.”

Draco turned to you, hoping you weren't involved in Pansy's shenanigans, but you were blushing, much to his astonishment and horror. You were fucking blushing. Draco liked to assume it was because of the sunlight blazing down on your flawless face, giving you a beautiful sheen, but he knew he was wrong.

“He doesn't talk to a lot of girls,” Daphne expressed her displeasure. “What does it feel like to be lucky, Y/N?”

Your face flushed. “Lucky?”

Daphne shrugged her shoulders. “He only talks to you,”

Draco had no idea where this talk was leading, but he wanted to put an end to it. “Of course, Atlas is like her older brother already.”

He glanced at you, expecting you to nod and agree, but you remained silent. You were acting strangely, Draco could feel himself frowning.

“Older brother?” Pansy said, laughing as if Draco were an idiot. “I think it's rather obvious.”

“Yeah,” Daphne said, a thoughtful expression on her face. “And we'll be in our fourth year this year, so I think it'll be convenient.”

Draco spat, “Convenient?”

He received a look from the blonde girl. “I thought you were aware of your brother's stance on Y/N?”

Draco hoped he didn't know they were discussing what he was thinking about. Draco cast another glance at you, noticing you playing with the hem of your sundress, something he knew you did only if you were nervous or bashful, and Draco sensed you felt the former.

“Y/N?” Draco probed, his gaze falling on you. “What are they talking about?”

You were reluctant, but a glance from Draco prompted you to speak, albeit timidly. “Promise me you won't get angry?”

“Bold of you to think he'd be angry at you,” Theo muses, his mouth clamped to avoid a scowl from Draco.

“Well?” Draco said, his brows knitted.

Everyone turned to look at you; despite their teasing smiles, Pansy and Daphne offered you supportive nods, and Theo, like Draco, seemed intrigued and a little worried by your answer.

“I fancy Atlas.” You eventually answered, blushing and avoiding Draco's eyes, “Ever since I was in second year…”

The words pierced Draco's heart like a knife. He had no idea or was unaware of this, and while he should be pleased that you liked his brother rather than some other bloke, he was also enraged, why his brother?

Theo whistled lowly, “Low blow.”

“He's kind, appreciative,” you proceeded to talk about his brother, and while Draco admired your voice, he hoped you would just stop talking.

Draco didn't realize it at first; after all, he's your best friend, so he should know everything about you, right? But he was plainly mistaken. There was also a Triwizard Tournament in your fourth year. Draco complained about the silly competition again since Harry Potter was in it, and while you watched the first task, Draco continued wishing the dragon would eat Potter, much to your chagrin.

He could still recall how you blushed at the mention of his brother, and he resorted to observing you whenever Atlas was around. Draco adored your dazzling grin and bright eyes, but what made him devastated was the fact that Atlas seemed to reciprocate it as well.

There was a Yule Ball after the first task. Many students were ecstatic, but some were nervous—especially the boys—because dates were being asked, and some feared rejection. Draco was unconcerned about it; many girls had approached him in the halls and in class, and he had just ignored them all.

As they strolled into the courtyard, Theo asked, “When are you going to ask Y/N? For all you know, she may have already been asked.”

Blaise was busy looking for a date, while Theo had already agreed to accompany Daphne. And as the days passed, Draco began to yearn you; it took him years and a whack in the head from Theo for him to recognize he had feelings for you. His best friend.

It was silly of him to embrace these thoughts; he didn't want to jeopardize your friendship, but both Theo and Blaise were pressing him to ask you to the Yule Ball as a date, and Draco had been thinking about it since the Tournament was announced. He didn't understand why he was always worried about this; after all, he was Draco Malfoy, and something as little as this shouldn't bother him. But it wasn't a frivolous deed, especially because it involved you.

“Where is she?” Draco inquired, his brows furrowed in puzzlement.

Theo was about to say something but he stopped, almost falling as he looked ahead of him, and Draco looked at him with irritation, but Theo's eyes were wide and he was pointing at something across the space, and he looked like a bubbling fool with his mouth twitching open and closed, and Draco would have been amused if he hadn't turned his head to the direction Theo was pointing at.

“Holy shit,” Theo exhales as he regains his balance.

Holy shit indeed. You were in the courtyard, but this time with Atlas. And Draco could see what was going on, Atlas looked sheepish and like a lovesick idiot, and you were beaming with a bouquet of daisies under your nose, your favorite flower. Draco felt as if he were seeing a horror film, and he could feel himself becoming shallow in disbelief and even betrayed.

Draco did what he did best after that fairly dreadful display in the courtyard: he sulked. He didn't pay any attention to you, didn't let you tell him about your Yule Ball date, and Draco didn't welcome you with a hug every morning like he used to. Draco knew he was behaving childish by ignoring his brother, but it upset him to see that his best friend, whom he had feelings for, like his brother.

After much deliberation, Draco and Blaise chose to attend the Yule Ball without any dates, much to the astonishment of everyone since girls admired Draco and Blaise for their attractive looks, engaging personality, and background.

Theo, Daphne, Blaise, and Draco all went to the Yule Ball together—Pansy went with a Durmstrang student, which Daphne assumed was because someone had already asked Tessa and Pansy was envious. To everyone's amusement, Pansy, of course, denied it. You, on the other hand, were with his brother.

It was difficult to ignore you. Draco's gaze has been fixed on your form since you entered the ball. You wore a lovely gown that accentuated your contours, and your hair was groomed to perfection, as did the jewelries adorning your wrists, ears, and neck. You looked like a princess, Draco could feel himself swallow a bitter air.

He left the ball with a sour taste in his mouth and stepped outside, letting the snow kiss him on the cheek. He couldn't stand there and watch you have a good time, dancing and laughing while looking so lovely in his brother's arms. If he had been friendlier when he first met you, like Atlas, perhaps your perception of him would have been different, or perhaps it was because you just see him as a friend. Draco closed his eyes to drown off the thoughts.

“You didn’t dance.”

He turned around when he heard a voice speak from behind him, and it was you. Even in the dark, your cheeks were flushed from the exhilaration of dancing and the few sips of champagne, you shone brightly.

Draco bit the inside of his cheek with his teeth. He nearly sneered, “What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be dancing with Atlas?”

His tone made you frown. “I was hoping to dance with you.”

Draco was on the verge of rolling his eyes. “You have Atlas for that,”

“Draco, what's wrong with you?” you said quietly, biting your bottom lip, and his gaze followed your action unconsciously. “For the past few days, you've been avoiding me... did I do anything wrong?”

He wanted to reply, No, you didn't, you'll never be able to, but he never did.

Instead, he fixed his cool gaze on you. “For a long time, you never told me you liked Atlas,”

Your eyes lit up in realization. “It's about this, isn't it?”

“Of course it's about this,” Draco snarled as he approached you. “It's always fucking about this.”

You look down and Draco takes a deep breath and grabs your chin with his fingers, forcing you to gaze up. He stood near to you and his thoughts were at war; your lips were tempting, but he told himself he was upset at you, and he had to swallow his desire as he glared at you.

“You've been snapping at boys who get close to me, and I'm tired of it,” you began. “And now you're upset with Atlas, your brother, which I hoped would make you less protective of me and allow me to have my fun.”

“You just don’t get it,” Draco whispers. “Do you?”

“Get what?”

Draco exclaimed, releasing his fingers from your chin and moving away from you, “That I've liked you since the first time I met you,”

You gave him a shake of your head. “No, you despised me when you first met me,”

Draco rubbed his face with his hands, not looking at you, and said, “I was six years old for fucks sake. I had a hard time expressing myself to a girl. I wanted to despise you, believe me, I did.”

For a little while, the only noises you could hear were the cold wind blow and the background sounds from the ball. People were coming in and out, but they didn't notice or care about you and Draco, who were hidden in the corner.

“What about now?” you asked. “What do you want?”

Draco's hands were clenched. “Now,” he murmured, his voice low yet sure. “I'd want to kiss you.”

You were silent for a time before saying, “Then kiss me,”

Draco gave you a stunned expression before grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you. The sensation of your lips on his made him drunk on you, and his hands wandered to your waist, pulling you closer to him and sharing his warmth.

He pulled away first, hesitantly but he didn't let go of your waist. “What about Atlas?”

“I've been an idiot,” you said, staring up at him. “I just realized I've had feelings for you the whole time, and I simply convinced myself that I like Atlas. I just didn't want to jeopardize our friendship…”

“We're both idiots,” he said as he kissed you again, and this time Draco felt absolutely thrilled to finally have you in his arms.

dating draco headcannons pleasee

𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

a/n: favourite blondie and tysm for requesting, p.s requests are open luv you, teddy

currently playing- forever favourite by t i y a

warnings- none i think-, suggestive thoughts at mos, i believe its gender neutral but there are mentions of the hips and waist? do what you will with that information

he's such a dashing boy i swear to merlin-

okay so starting of i know how he comes of as a idgaf and i don't show love to anyone but my mummy when i get tucked into bed

BUT if you tell me that he is not an absolute simp for you then i will come and find you cause baby you deserve the simp, even if it slightly resembles a ferret

but everyone knew before u oml. Blaze be tellin everyone but you. its giving "i know something you don't knoww"

bestie is smitten with you but he's so confident about it, like he knows you're into assholes who are simps for u

you get lots of advances, don't lie. Draco is usually very confident about you cause he knows he is the one. he is it

but obviously Malfoy has a jealous streak and i am here for it.

i think of him as to be morally gray, you always had a thing for those (remember kids this is only for fictional characters)

he loves you and he's gonna make it everyone's problem

attention whore Draco Malfoy all the way mfs. he just has to bask in your attention, its a need not a want

HIS WINKS. they are so adorable and it just opens up a zoo

his hands everywhere. thighs, waist, hips. everywhere.

just very touchy

okaokau his way of flirting will be so top notch, he'll will be the most massive flirt but i can see him also flirting w insults in the initial phase.

like a third year malfoy trying so hard to get you attention but not confident enough to fully just flirt

but most of the time people cant tell if you're flirting or arguing

yk he's always looking at you (when will it be my turn)

his go to would be the origamis and you would keep them cause they smell like his cologne

next comes the vibe, this man has the big dick energy oh my god. he gives the old rich boy vibes and you live to see him suits heheh

he literally could get you anything u want so miss you're pampered

fussy blond who needs you to keep him in check is the only way to describe it

quidditch matches. he looks so fine in them god help me

he may be a seeker but he's your golden snitch (get it, cause he's blonde, I'm funny okay)

steel those jerseys, its gonna be your last name anyway

he's so good u wish u could ride him like dat

would do you to your favourite song

*added to the friend group*

forget boyfriend material, he's husband material

s w e a t e r w e a t h e r

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- Draco Malfoy

a/n: so this one is based on a situation I've been in which had me bawling, crying and literally dying. I also saw something similar on Pinterest and I thought why not? requests are always open, love, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

You found yourself in the edge of the black lake sprawled on a fuzzy blanket with all sorts of delights, giggling and laughing with a blonde Slytherin over something absolutley preposterous, the idea or to be more specific, the rumors between you and a Malfoy.

The evening was crisp already, the last of sunset just a fading pale stripe in the sky. Evening shadows deepened into blue and purple. the wind was icy and withering, it sent chills down your back.

"c'mon, its almost time for bed luv"

love. love? did he just call me love? am I okay?

"yeah, let's head back" you assented.

a cold wind swept past the both of you, Draco's eyes bumped together in a scowl and his nystagmic eyes hadn't missed anything. All he was waiting for was an ask and maybe a pretty please too.

"would it be alright if i borrow your sweater?"

their eyes my god, as if I'd say no, fuckin damn

"it would be more than alright sweetheart"

fuck. sweetheart? is he tryna kill me? what does he want? oh god

His fingers gripped the ends of the sweater covering his abdomen and quickly pulled his sweater of green and silver and handed it to her.

it was loose to say the least, but you loved it almost as much as he loved seeing you in it. it smelt of mahogany apples which he loved so much.

Draco towered over, trying to roll the sleeves for you, and grabbed your palm and began to walk as if he wasn't absolutley panicking inside.

"it smells like you"